Hot Hurricanes: Phoebe Duclair Vs. Makie Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

Makie didn't often get to use an axe kick, and so it wasnt her most practised move. She could not argue with the results, though: as Phoebe had been left nicely floored by her attack. Given how nasty the goth girl's submissions were, Makie knew she had to finish her off, and quickly!

Grabbing a hold of Phoebe's head, Makie would try to roll her over onto her back, before stomping down once on her midsection to keep her nicely stunned. If she managed that, then Makie would start to climb the corner post; once she reached the top, she would clap her hands once to get the fans on board, before launching herself backwards, aiming to come down hard on Phoebe with her signature moonsault finisher!

[Epicsnivy]

Phoebe’s head was ringing after the rather nasty axe kick from Makie, and she was basically unable to do anything about Makie turning her around onto her back and could only look at her with half open eyes.

“GAH!” She yelped after the sudden stomp to the midsection, which was definitely painful, but also woke her up and finally got her senses running again.

When Makie leaped off the top rope, Phoebe knew she had to do something. She raised her feet up, almost doing a handstand, as she try to make sure Makie crashed into the soles of her converses.

[Underdoggo]

Makie hammered down on Phoebe while she was down, stomping the goth girl in the midsection and leaving her breathing hard and stunned. Confident that Phoebe was now hurting too badly to stop what was coming next, Makie climbed the top rope, clapping her hands to get the fans motivated-- and clap along they did as Makie perched herself on the top rope and, carefully, sprang backwards in a well-executed moonsault.

It was a near perfect backwards drop, one that showcased Makie's slender, acrobatic form as she threw herself skywards, curving elegantly in the air to come down on Phoebe...

...and get impaled on Phoebe's extended legs, her foe's boots colliding hard against her chest.

"GUAAAAGGGH!" Makie gagged as she rebounded hard off of Phoebe's extended legs, before landing on the mat with a crash. She curled onto her side, breathing hoarsely as she cradled her hurting chest, kicking at the mat as she tried to fight off the pain. She wanted to curse Phoebe out, to yell at her for hurting her tits like that, but as it was she could barely breathe. The crowd was in shock as that simple but effective counter looked like it had devastated Makie!

[Epicsnivy]

Phoebe let out a small smile, knowing that her attempt to counter worked, as she saw Makie crash out of the corner of her eye. Phoebe knew this was the opportunity she needed, and she needed to fight through the pain she was in.

Phoebe slowly but surely got up to her feet, and then stumbled over to where Makie was, and knew exactly what she wanted to do to Makie to finish her off.

Phoebe would get into a seated position, attempt to grab Makie’s arm and place it between her thighs, before attempting to wrap her arms around Makie’s face, locking in the Feline Lock.

”Feline Lock”

[Underdoggo]

Makie managed to roll onto her side as she clutched her hurting chest, her breathing ragged as she kicked at the mat. She cursed Phoebe for raising her legs like that, and cursed herself for not noticing. Her chest burned with each breath, and despite riding high earlier, she now was in a position where she could barely move.


She became conscious of Phoebe crawling over to her, and the next thing she knew, her arm was trapped between her opponent's fishnet-clad legs, and her chin was wrenched back as Phoebe caught her in some sort of modified STF! "AAAAGH!" she cried out as sharp pain went through her neck and upper back. The hold was expertly applied, felt like her head was being bent back at a wrong angle!

A part of her really wanted to tap out here and now, but she was nothing if not stubborn. Fighting back the tears welling in the corner of her eyes, Makie tried to dig her knees and boots into the mat and crawl, slowly and painfully, towards the ropes...though given that she was in the center of the ring, and given that Phoebe's extra weight was really slowing her down, it didn't look like she was going to make it in time!

[Epicsnivy]

Phoebe had the Feline Lock, and had a smug confident look on her face, as she could feel Makie was at the end of the ropes here, and she just needed to make sure the last parts of that rope were burned.

“You will not escape, loser!” Phoebe smugly said, before yanking back even harder on Makie’s head, trying to force a tap out right here and right now and prove her superiority.

[Underdoggo]

Makie was trapped now, sharp pain spiking through her neck as Phoebe latched the hold on tightly. Her eyes were screwed shut, and it was all she could do to keep from tapping out. Her sheer, iron willpower, however, would not allow her to give up; Phoebe's taunting just made her all the more determined to escape, despite the incredible pain.

And then Phoebe yanked back further on her head, causing the pain to become even more intense. "KYAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, feeling like her spine was about to break any moment now.

She heard the ref asking her if she gave up. "NOOOO!" she screamed, continuing to dig her boots and hands into the mat. Inch by inch, she began to crawl towards the ropes, even with her head wrenched backwards at a painful angle, sweat pouring down her forehead. Around them, the audience watched with tense anticipation, amazed at Makie's sheer stubborness.

She made one push forward. Then another. By the time she did the third, however, her vision was starting to go grey; her body felt like it was on the verge of passing out from the sheer pain of the hold, and, on the edge of fainting, Makie realized she could severely hurt herself if she continued.

Weakly, she slapped at the mat, signalling her surrender.

[Epicsnivy]

Phoebe was pulling back so hard, she was not even paying attention to Makie’s arm, as the only signal she got was hearing Makie’s arm hit the mat repeatedly and the bell being rung.

As soon as the bell rang, Phoebe got off of Makie and got to her feet, smiling with a smug, confident look on her face, as she had her arm raised by the referee.

She then waited for Makie to recover, just to see how she would react, and possibly taunt her in response.

[Underdoggo]

The bell rang, signalling Makie's defeat. She had thrown everything into this match, and indeed, she had felt confident throughout a lot of it. Instead, though, it had ended up being yet another loss on her scorecard. This knowledge alone was even more painful than the lingering, throbbing agony in Makie's neck...although that admittedly hurt like hell.

Gingerly, Makie groaned, and weakly tried to push herself up to her hands and knees, still woozy from nearly losing consciousness. Seeing Phoebe standing over her, she grimaced at the goth girl's smug smile. "Got...lucky..." she managed to rasp, not quite believing her own words as she started to roll towards the edge of the ring to make her exit.

[Underdoggo]

The bell rang, signalling Makie's defeat. She had thrown everything into this match, and indeed, she had felt confident throughout a lot of it. Instead, though, it had ended up being yet another loss on her scorecard. This knowledge alone was even more painful than the lingering, throbbing agony in Makie's neck...although that admittedly hurt like hell. For a few minutes all Makie could do was lie facedown on the mat, breathing hard after having been brought to the edge of screaming out her submission.

Slowly, though, she groaned and weakly tried to push herself up to her hands and knees, still woozy from nearly losing consciousness. Seeing Phoebe standing over her, she grimaced at the goth girl's smug smile. "Got...lucky..." she managed to rasp, not quite believing her own words as she slowly pushed herself upright. . Slowly and painfully, she managed to stumble up to her feet, nearly losing her balance as she did so. Still breathing hard, she nonetheless extended a weary hand for Phoebe to shake. She had lost...and that fact was utterly humiliating to endure...but she wasn't going to be a sore loser about this.